In the Bulb There is a Flower . . .

On February 2nd I planted three Hyacinth bulbs and they have been blooming for about a week. Every time I walk past them I get a whiff of their sweet fragrance and a reminder of the springtime smells that we are beginning to enjoy.



I have crocus bulbs growing under the snow -- white, purple, and lavender -- and with any luck, I will get to see their blooms in the next few weeks, before the rabbits find them and eat them.

The rebirth of Spring always remind me of a favorite hymn by Natalie Sleeth, Hymn of Promise, which is also ironically, a favorite hymn for funerals.

Hymn of Promise
In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed, an apple tree;
In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free!
In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody;
There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me.
From the past will come the future; what it holds, a mystery,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our end is our beginning; in our time, infinity;
In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity,
In our death, a resurrection; at the last, a victory,
Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

I hope it is soon time for Spring to be revealed!